Divine and the devout

Signs of devotion. Signs of eternal joy. Signs of thirst, as God watches coy.

Pic Courtesy: Radhika M

TV War: Ceasefire

`When I get to earn lots of money,' I began.

Hubby D knew it was one of my potshots aimed at him. I continued undaunted, `I'll buy another TV.'

His non-stop jibes over the months at my preference for Balika Vadhu over IPL, or a reality show over action movies have moved me up the wall.

Our dislike for each other's perception of entertainment is mutual.

He hates daily soaps. I cringe when he watches WWE.

I watch reality shows even if I don't like them. He prefers cricket anyday.

Among films, I love romantic English movies, while nothing less than an action flick would satiate his appetite.

I don't react much to these daily fights until it is about his switching to some vulgar comedy from Tamil cinema. Believe me, I have nothing personal against those comedians or the language. I laugh at some of the forced jokes too. But as a viewer I find a lot that is demeaning in these jokes. Am stunned too, that they tend to get away with some of the worst statements they can make about women. To my surprise, I find women in my extended family and elsewhere too, enjoy these jokes. When I think of children growing up on such toilet humour, I want to hide away.

Not sure if I am being an escapist. Over the last few weeks, it is less TV and more internet at times I should be spending time with my husband. Home TV wars are a norm more than dismissable domestic incidents.

They are intra-family assertion of power - over what the person perceives as entertainment, depending on that person being male, female, elderly, child, etc. Home TV wars are a symbol of dominance over the remote. Women win these wars at times. Men get to control it in the name of cricket, most times.

I have begun to perceive TV, cricket and crass Tamil Comedy as the `other' of late. Dinner time, I gulp down morsels rather than look up at the TV, not out of any major grudge, but tired with those things I don't perceive as entertainment. In any case, I no longer enjoy watching Balika Vadhu. Reality shows tend to bore me too. Serials tend to drag on so much I would be happier watching them once a week - only to catch up with story progress. Or have I simply given up?

Can peace be made about over the years? Time will tell in my house. But if I have the money...

My other blogs

Blogging of late has been an exciting creative experience. Those little thrills range between going over hundreds of blogspot templates, trying out those things that remained a mystery for me in wordpress, and trying out new templates, to actually starting new blogs.

I have started two new blogs after a lot of pondering over. And they are linked on the right of this page - Cerebral Toothbrush, and Insights.

Three reasons:
this blog has made me break barriers, yet is a limiting experience for certain pieces I would want to write.

this blog is more personal in nature and although the other two blogs are my personal perspectives too, they will be different from this.

niche is the buzzword in any sphere of life today - blogging included. the two other blogs help me grow as a writer and help you enjoy my pieces too, in a different direction.

Readers who have kept me going, please give me your feedback on the two other blogs. My blog Cerebral Toothbrush is only a layout for now. It will grow soon. That's my word.

Night Lights

It's how beautiful my suburb Goregaon looks on a festive night. Stretching across, down the hill into Malad, these concrete buildings give a reason to smile at night. At the horizon, is the sea. I, am on cloud nine.

Pic Courtesy: Subhransu Das